A-hue, a-hue, a-hue

Friday evening, Will's neighbor, Scott came over with his friend, Jay. Scott is an older guy, about my height, whose quirks and spaciness imply that he has probably been to Burning Man more times than he could remember. He talks about when he traveled the world with different early electronic musicians and how we'd be able to hear the intricacies in older electronic music if we'd just turn it up "two more clicks." Also Scott and his wife went to Brazil with Alex and Allyson Gray last year. They're good friends and visit each other often.

Jay is a taller guy with monster dreads and kind eyes. He didn't talk much, but with a thick accent he told us he's a Falkland Islander and a quantum physicist. He gives lectures all around the world and has been working on a book, due to be released...sometime. I learned that the national language of the Falklands is a dialect of Portuguese and they have a vast abundance of penguins! I want to go!

Once they left, Will, his friend Tim, and I went to a West Philly hipster party, which was everything you'd expect... flannel, minors, cheap beer, inane arguments, full-sleeves, Ray Bans, and sadness. Disappointing, in accordance with its stereotype. Needless to say we went home on the earlier side...

Yesterday we went to a block party! I hadn't been to one before, but it was everything I'd hoped it would be. There were a lot of people and a lot of dogs, people dancing through a sprinkler in the middle of the road, free food and beer. There were a few DJs spinning funk and old school hip hop, and later these hip-looking crust punk kids (if you can imagine) played a most wonderful gypsy folk set. Lots of positive vibes all around. Can we do this in Denver sometime plz?

After the block party, Will grilled up some burgers back at the house. Adria and Sam hung out for a bit, then Will's friend June came over to eat with us. She's the first transgender person I'd ever hung out with, and as nervous as I was about being uncontrollably awkward around her, it was all the more pleasant to find that it didn't make me uncomfortable at all. Soooo for some reason we watched Saturday Night Live, featuring Lady Gaga. I've recently taken kind of a liking to Lady Gaga (Judas mainly, thanks to Paul), and I'd been trying to stand up for her the night before to Will and Tim, but she didn't help our case very much when she ended up putting on a spiked collar and a pregnant belly and putting her feet in stirrups and proceeding to have gold fluid spew everywhere... That's harder for me to defend.

Today will consist of laundry, tomorrow we're hanging out in Lancaster, and then it's off to Canaderp.